In the classic 1948 Humphrey Bogart movie, “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre,” an old gold prospector opines that the precious metal is valuable because an ounce represents the sweat and heartbreak of thousands of men who have searched for it.
“An ounce of gold, mister, is worth what it is because of the human labor that went into the findin’ and the gettin’ of it,” declares the old miner.
The men who are searching and finding gold right here, right now, in the Mississippi River, are a testament to that insight.
They spend hours standing in murky water, stooping and squatting over buckets and pans, shoveling and sifting with hand tools and human muscle, processing hundreds of pounds of rocks, gravel, sand and mud.
The result: Tiny, but heavy specks with that unmistakable yellow gleam.
“One of the best kept secrets about the Mississippi is that it’s full of gold. Real King Tut coating, Spanish sunken treasure, gold,” declares a gold hunter from Columbia Heights named Lucas Lundgren. “The question is how much.”
The answer is definitely some. But, alas, not a lot.
Lundgren, who calls himself the Glacial Gold Hunter, is a 40-year-old geologist who has spent the last year and a half trekking around Minnesota, Michigan, Wisconsin and Iowa prospecting and panning for gold in lakes, rivers and streams.